A SMOKING PROVERB. 143 



Presently, when the night fully set in, 

 and there was no longer any chance of the 

 tiir coming until the morning, my companion 

 dusted away a few of the biggest of the stones 

 from my couch, rolled up his coat as a pillow 

 for my head, and curled my hourka round 

 my feet. Then he went to the edge, and 

 standino; with his hat off, lookino- above the 

 highest peaks, his lips moved silently for a 

 few minutes, and as the silver starlio-ht lit 

 up the stern weather-worn features and keen 

 earnest eyes, I could not help thmking that 

 man's faith, whatever it was, seemed worthy 

 of his surroundino;s. Of course I o-ave him 

 back his coat, and as nothing on earth would 

 stop his smoking, lit my own pipe, too, before 

 I turned in. ' If the wind is right for you,' 

 Simon always insisted, ' a pipe will do no 

 harm, and if wrong for you, then abstinence 

 from the beloved weed can do no good.' So 



